Chapter 130
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Before the night came, the roaring cavalry had rushed back to the mining town.
At night, the mining town was very quiet. There was almost no sound except the whisper from some families in the town.
The return of the cavalry has brought ripples to the calm mining town.
Old Billy, the mayor of the town, has been holding Carl uneasily since Locke and others left, and asked him to stay with him at the mouth of the town.
Chewing the dinner just sent by his mother-in-law, old Billy talked with Carl and looked sideways at the road outside the town from time to time.
Knowing the scruples in old Billy's heart, Carl smiled and comforted, "don't worry, just a few thieves."
Although Carl reassured old Billy, he couldn't stop thinking about things when he was old. Old Billy hasn't suffered less from these thieves these years.
As soon as the cavalry squadron led by Locke came back, old Billy ignored the bread he was chewing, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, got up and ran over.
There was a lot of noise when the cavalry came back. Most of the people in mining towns ran out to see the cavalry who had just returned.
With the dull trampling sound of iron clad horseshoes and the orderly queue of cavalry squadrons, each villager felt a sense of security from the bottom of his heart.
This group of cavalry almost came back bathed in blood. Many people smelled an inseparable smell of blood from a distance.
Old Billy fought back his sense of smell and walked forward.
Locke is the leader among the cavalry. The bright yellow armor has been dyed red by blood at this time. In addition, the last sunset has not fallen in the distance. In the eyes of others, Locke is like a blood demon God.
"How's it going?" Although he had guessed the answer from the momentum of the returning cavalry, old Billy couldn't help asking, because it was dark, he didn't know whether the cavalry had also been reduced.
Locke answered old Billy's question with action. With a whistle, each cavalry threw up the cloth bag tied to their horse's legs, and twenty or thirty balls flew out, accompanied by scattered blood and water.
The bold townsman braved himself and went in to see what was in the cloth bag. "Vomit!" Almost everyone who saw the real scene bent down and vomited.
Old Billy, who was closest to Locke, saw the most clearly. The head thrown from Locke was the leader of the red maple robber who invaded their mining town the most frequently and caused the most damage. The man with a scar on his face even came to the town last month to blackmail him for a good sum of money and food.
Now, however, old Billy only saw his head and a scar on his face, which had been twisted and deformed due to suffering from some severe pain, just like a multi legged centipede lying on the white gourd, making old Billy sick.
Old Billy is worthy of being the mayor. He soon adjusted, "won't there be a fish in the net?", Red maple robbers have horses. If someone escapes, their mining town will face endless ambition.
"No." Carl answered for Locke. He patted old Billy on the shoulder and said, "don't worry, no one can escape under the Baron's cavalry, let alone Locke."
Although old Billy still had doubts, he didn't show it, because he didn't see the spare horses and the treasure stolen and robbed by red maple.
Carl was not interested in popularizing the powerful combat power of low-level attendants to old Billy, nor did he think about old Billy's careful thinking. He came up to Locke and shouted, "go back, I'll watch in town!"
Wearing armor, Locke nodded, kicked the horse's ass and rode to maple leaf village.
Under the command of Carl, the remaining cavalry orderly entered the mining town for repair.
Riding a horse and galloping on the bumpy mountain road, Locke's expression in his helmet was very dignified. He suddenly found that he was very different from normal people.
When the cavalry team came back from victory, it was not the cheers of the villagers in the mining town, but the sense of surprise and distance. He could even see fear from the eyes of many people looking at him.
Whether Locke or kaiduoqi led the soldiers back, they have been indifferent to blood and death. Not to mention dozens of heads, they have seen more spectacular and more tragic. The smell of blood is just a small thing for them.
But ordinary civilians are different. More than half of the mine townspeople who feel such a strong smell of blood at close range cover their mouths and want to vomit. As for what they don't vomit, they just smell the strange smell and don't see what's in the cloth bag.
Riding and galloping in the night, a little star just appeared, and Locke could see the big tree at the entrance of maple leaf village.
Before entering the village in a hurry, Locke rode to the river at the entrance of the village.
In March, the river has thawed, but it still sends out a cold, especially at night.
After dismounting, Locke jumped directly into the water. The biting River stimulated Locke's nerves and washed away the peculiar smell and blood on him.
His war horse tilted his head and looked strangely at his master's strange behavior. He snorted, as if mocking Locke's nerves.
Locke in the water saw that there was still a lot of blood on the horse. The war horse hissed with fear and was ruthlessly dragged down the water by Locke. Locke, a low-ranking attendant, now has pure strength comparable to a brown bear.
He stayed for three minutes, and about Mo's taste was almost dispersed before Locke jumped ashore.
The horse didn't seem to be able to swim very well. He fluttered wildly in the water. Locke finally used a little fighting spirit to pull the war horse ashore. He was a low-level attendant. Without armor or fighting spirit to protect his body, he was not interested in fighting a horse's hoof.
The horses on the shore looked at Locke with some trepidation and gave out bursts of low chirps.
Locke turned over and mounted the horse. Without too much action, the war horse ran and shook his fur. As soon as he ran to the entrance of the village, there were almost no drops of water on his body.
At this time, there are still several soldiers standing at the entrance of the village. They all asked to stay when he left during the day. The soldiers are very conscientious and no one is lazy.
"Brother Locke!" Just as they approached, the soldiers left behind recognized the caller. Locke's armor is too iconic.
"Yes." Locke under the armor should say, "don't keep it all. Just watch it in two batches in turn." Leave a word, Locke has rode away.
"Yes!" Behind him came the answers of the soldiers.
When he arrived at his house, the door had been opened. Old Locke knew that Locke was the cavalry captain. As soon as there was a sound of horses' hoofs in the village, he knew that his son had come back and opened the door.
Sure enough, it was their son.
TIA went to close the gate of the yard, and old Locke looked at the war horse brought back by Locke.
"Stronger than the ones in the post station in the town, and more energetic than the Baron's caravan!" Old Locke stretched out his hand to touch the fur on the horse's neck, but the war horse took two steps back and looked at old Locke warily. One hind leg had been half raised, as if it would kick up at any time.
"Well?" When Locke stared, a palm was gently placed on the horse's back. The war horse was as quiet as a quiet baby, allowing old Locke to turn over its beautiful fur.
"Why are you still wet? Take off your clothes and I'll ask Leah to wash you!" TIA is more concerned about other places.
Taking off his heavy armor, Locke handed the wet clothes to Leah who had watched for a long time.
"Have you eaten? No, I'll go back to the house and get it for you. There's still something left." TIA asked.
"Not yet." Locke replied.
As soon as TIA heard this, she immediately went back into the house and went to get Locke something to eat. There were two cakes and half a pot of vegetable soup left for dinner. Locke could eat it when he was hot.
"What does the horse eat?" Old Locke is still paying attention to the war horse brought back by Locke. This war horse, which was originally very handsome, was turned like a large hedgehog by old Locke two or three times.
"Don't worry about it. You won't die of hunger." Locke replied lightly that it was his negligence. There was no forage for horses in the village. If you want to feed it, you have to go to town tomorrow.
But at least it's the first-class horse of the cavalry squadron. It's not a problem to be hungry for a day or two. Sometimes when marching in a hurry, it's normal for the horse not to eat day and night.
Fortunately, the war horse didn't understand people's words, or he would cry to death. He fought with Locke all day. In the end, he not only took a cold bath, but also couldn't eat dinner.
Because one day of fighting, Locke lay down early today.
Leah was still washing Locke's clothes. From her clothes, Leah seemed to smell something strange.
Put her nose up and smell it. A faint smell of blood came into Leah's nose. It was more of Locke's masculine breath.
Leah blushed and quickly pressed her clothes into the water. She didn't care where the blood came from, as long as it wasn't Locke's.
Just when Locke took off his clothes, although there were many scars on his body, they were scabs from old wounds. Leah didn't find any other wounds.
It seemed that Leah was more confused when she thought of the solid muscles that Locke had just shown. She could only rub the clothes in her hands.
TIA has gone to bed. Old Locke hasn't.
He always felt that he should feed something to the war horse, or what should he do if he was hungry. If he starved to death, he didn't know how much to pay.
The more old Locke thought about it, the more reasonable he felt. He got up in the middle of the night and went to the wood house. The war horse was placed here by Locke.
In the firewood house, the horse stared at the intruded old Locke spiritually. It remembered the terrible shadow left by its master and dared not make a mistake to the old man.
He snorted impatiently. He thought old Locke was playing with its fur again. He consciously put his neck close to it and wanted to finish it as soon as possible.
Several pieces of potato chips and rice potato dregs appeared in old Locke's hands. The horse looked down and stared at something he had never touched.
The horse nosed up and smelled. Can you eat?
The answer was old Locke's smiling eyes.
The next day, until ten o'clock, Locke woke up, stretched and played the routine boxing. Although no one taught him, Locke thought these moves he had found out were very useful.
I was going to see Hans in town at noon. Did they come back, but the plan was put on hold.
Because his horse seems to have eaten badly.
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Before the night came, the roaring cavalry had rushed back to the mining town.
At night, the mining town was very quiet. There was almost no sound except the whisper from some families in the town.
The return of the cavalry has brought ripples to the calm mining town.
Old Billy, the mayor of the town, has been holding Carl uneasily since Locke and others left, and asked him to stay with him at the mouth of the town.
Chewing the dinner just sent by his mother-in-law, old Billy talked with Carl and looked sideways at the road outside the town from time to time.
Knowing the scruples in old Billy's heart, Carl smiled and comforted, "don't worry, just a few thieves."
Although Carl reassured old Billy, he couldn't stop thinking about things when he was old. Old Billy hasn't suffered less from these thieves these years.
As soon as the cavalry squadron led by Locke came back, old Billy ignored the bread he was chewing, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, got up and ran over.
There was a lot of noise when the cavalry came back. Most of the people in mining towns ran out to see the cavalry who had just returned.
With the dull trampling sound of iron clad horseshoes and the orderly queue of cavalry squadrons, each villager felt a sense of security from the bottom of his heart.
This group of cavalry almost came back bathed in blood. Many people smelled an inseparable smell of blood from a distance.
Old Billy fought back his sense of smell and walked forward.
Locke is the leader among the cavalry. The bright yellow armor has been dyed red by blood at this time. In addition, the last sunset has not fallen in the distance. In the eyes of others, Locke is like a blood demon God.
"How's it going?" Although he had guessed the answer from the momentum of the returning cavalry, old Billy couldn't help asking, because it was dark, he didn't know whether the cavalry had also been reduced.
Locke answered old Billy's question with action. With a whistle, each cavalry threw up the cloth bag tied to their horse's legs, and twenty or thirty balls flew out, accompanied by scattered blood and water.
The bold townsman braved himself and went in to see what was in the cloth bag. "Vomit!" Almost everyone who saw the real scene bent down and vomited.
Old Billy, who was closest to Locke, saw the most clearly. The head thrown from Locke was the leader of the red maple robber who invaded their mining town the most frequently and caused the most damage. The man with a scar on his face even came to the town last month to blackmail him for a good sum of money and food.
Now, however, old Billy only saw his head and a scar on his face, which had been twisted and deformed due to suffering from some severe pain, just like a multi legged centipede lying on the white gourd, making old Billy sick.
Old Billy is worthy of being the mayor. He soon adjusted, "won't there be a fish in the net?", Red maple robbers have horses. If someone escapes, their mining town will face endless ambition.
"No." Carl answered for Locke. He patted old Billy on the shoulder and said, "don't worry, no one can escape under the Baron's cavalry, let alone Locke."
Although old Billy still had doubts, he didn't show it, because he didn't see the spare horses and the treasure stolen and robbed by red maple.
Carl was not interested in popularizing the powerful combat power of low-level attendants to old Billy, nor did he think about old Billy's careful thinking. He came up to Locke and shouted, "go back, I'll watch in town!"
Wearing armor, Locke nodded, kicked the horse's ass and rode to maple leaf village.
Under the command of Carl, the remaining cavalry orderly entered the mining town for repair.
Riding a horse and galloping on the bumpy mountain road, Locke's expression in his helmet was very dignified. He suddenly found that he was very different from normal people.
When the cavalry team came back from victory, it was not the cheers of the villagers in the mining town, but the sense of surprise and distance. He could even see fear from the eyes of many people looking at him.
Whether Locke or kaiduoqi led the soldiers back, they have been indifferent to blood and death. Not to mention dozens of heads, they have seen more spectacular and more tragic. The smell of blood is just a small thing for them.
But ordinary civilians are different. More than half of the mine townspeople who feel such a strong smell of blood at close range cover their mouths and want to vomit. As for what they don't vomit, they just smell the strange smell and don't see what's in the cloth bag.
Riding and galloping in the night, a little star just appeared, and Locke could see the big tree at the entrance of maple leaf village.
Before entering the village in a hurry, Locke rode to the river at the entrance of the village.
In March, the river has thawed, but it still sends out a cold, especially at night.
After dismounting, Locke jumped directly into the water. The biting River stimulated Locke's nerves and washed away the peculiar smell and blood on him.
His war horse tilted his head and looked strangely at his master's strange behavior. He snorted, as if mocking Locke's nerves.
Locke in the water saw that there was still a lot of blood on the horse. The war horse hissed with fear and was ruthlessly dragged down the water by Locke. Locke, a low-ranking attendant, now has pure strength comparable to a brown bear.
He stayed for three minutes, and about Mo's taste was almost dispersed before Locke jumped ashore.
The horse didn't seem to be able to swim very well. He fluttered wildly in the water. Locke finally used a little fighting spirit to pull the war horse ashore. He was a low-level attendant. Without armor or fighting spirit to protect his body, he was not interested in fighting a horse's hoof.
The horses on the shore looked at Locke with some trepidation and gave out bursts of low chirps.
Locke turned over and mounted the horse. Without too much action, the war horse ran and shook his fur. As soon as he ran to the entrance of the village, there were almost no drops of water on his body.
At this time, there are still several soldiers standing at the entrance of the village. They all asked to stay when he left during the day. The soldiers are very conscientious and no one is lazy.
"Brother Locke!" Just as they approached, the soldiers left behind recognized the caller. Locke's armor is too iconic.
"Yes." Locke under the armor should say, "don't keep it all. Just watch it in two batches in turn." Leave a word, Locke has rode away.
"Yes!" Behind him came the answers of the soldiers.
When he arrived at his house, the door had been opened. Old Locke knew that Locke was the cavalry captain. As soon as there was a sound of horses' hoofs in the village, he knew that his son had come back and opened the door.
Sure enough, it was their son.
TIA went to close the gate of the yard, and old Locke looked at the war horse brought back by Locke.
"Stronger than the ones in the post station in the town, and more energetic than the Baron's caravan!" Old Locke stretched out his hand to touch the fur on the horse's neck, but the war horse took two steps back and looked at old Locke warily. One hind leg had been half raised, as if it would kick up at any time.
"Well?" When Locke stared, a palm was gently placed on the horse's back. The war horse was as quiet as a quiet baby, allowing old Locke to turn over its beautiful fur.
"Why are you still wet? Take off your clothes and I'll ask Leah to wash you!" TIA is more concerned about other places.
Taking off his heavy armor, Locke handed the wet clothes to Leah who had watched for a long time.
"Have you eaten? No, I'll go back to the house and get it for you. There's still something left." TIA asked.
"Not yet." Locke replied.
As soon as TIA heard this, she immediately went back into the house and went to get Locke something to eat. There were two cakes and half a pot of vegetable soup left for dinner. Locke could eat it when he was hot.
"What does the horse eat?" Old Locke is still paying attention to the war horse brought back by Locke. This war horse, which was originally very handsome, was turned like a large hedgehog by old Locke two or three times.
"Don't worry about it. You won't die of hunger." Locke replied lightly that it was his negligence. There was no forage for horses in the village. If you want to feed it, you have to go to town tomorrow.
But at least it's the first-class horse of the cavalry squadron. It's not a problem to be hungry for a day or two. Sometimes when marching in a hurry, it's normal for the horse not to eat day and night.
Fortunately, the war horse didn't understand people's words, or he would cry to death. He fought with Locke all day. In the end, he not only took a cold bath, but also couldn't eat dinner.
Because one day of fighting, Locke lay down early today.
Leah was still washing Locke's clothes. From her clothes, Leah seemed to smell something strange.
Put her nose up and smell it. A faint smell of blood came into Leah's nose. It was more of Locke's masculine breath.
Leah blushed and quickly pressed her clothes into the water. She didn't care where the blood came from, as long as it wasn't Locke's.
Just when Locke took off his clothes, although there were many scars on his body, they were scabs from old wounds. Leah didn't find any other wounds.
It seemed that Leah was more confused when she thought of the solid muscles that Locke had just shown. She could only rub the clothes in her hands.
TIA has gone to bed. Old Locke hasn't.
He always felt that he should feed something to the war horse, or what should he do if he was hungry. If he starved to death, he didn't know how much to pay.
The more old Locke thought about it, the more reasonable he felt. He got up in the middle of the night and went to the wood house. The war horse was placed here by Locke.
In the firewood house, the horse stared at the intruded old Locke spiritually. It remembered the terrible shadow left by its master and dared not make a mistake to the old man.
He snorted impatiently. He thought old Locke was playing with its fur again. He consciously put his neck close to it and wanted to finish it as soon as possible.
Several pieces of potato chips and rice potato dregs appeared in old Locke's hands. The horse looked down and stared at something he had never touched.
The horse nosed up and smelled. Can you eat?
The answer was old Locke's smiling eyes.
The next day, until ten o'clock, Locke woke up, stretched and played the routine boxing. Although no one taught him, Locke thought these moves he had found out were very useful.
I was going to see Hans in town at noon. Did they come back, but the plan was put on hold.
Because his horse seems to have eaten badly.
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Xiaodou thanks again to all readers who voted for the recommendation of Knight's journey. Thank you!
I just found that we have been clicking for 2W. Yes, ha ha.
Before the night came, the roaring cavalry had rushed back to the mining town.At night, the mining town was very quiet. There was almost no sound except the whisper from some families in the town.The return of the cavalry has brought ripples to the calm mining town.Old Billy, the mayor of the town, has been holding Carl uneasily since Locke and others left, and asked him to stay with him at the mouth of the town.Chewing the dinner just sent by his mother-in-law, old Billy talked with Carl and looked sideways at the road outside the town from time to time.Knowing the scruples in old Billy's heart, Carl smiled and comforted, "don't worry, just a few thieves."Although Carl reassured old Billy, he couldn't stop thinking about things when he was old. Old Billy hasn't suffered less from these thieves these years.As soon as the cavalry squadron led by Locke came back, old Billy ignored the bread he was chewing, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, got up and ran over.There was a lot of noise when the cavalry came back. Most of the people in mining towns ran out to see the cavalry who had just returned.With the dull trampling sound of iron clad horseshoes and the orderly queue of cavalry squadrons, each villager felt a sense of security from the bottom of his heart.This group of cavalry almost came back bathed in blood. Many people smelled an inseparable smell of blood from a distance.Old Billy fought back his sense of smell and walked forward.Locke is the leader among the cavalry. The bright yellow armor has been dyed red by blood at this time. In addition, the last sunset has not fallen in the distance. In the eyes of others, Locke is like a blood demon God."How's it going?" Although he had guessed the answer from the momentum of the returning cavalry, old Billy couldn't help asking, because it was dark, he didn't know whether the cavalry had also been reduced.Locke answered old Billy's question with action. With a whistle, each cavalry threw up the cloth bag tied to their horse's legs, and twenty or thirty balls flew out, accompanied by scattered blood and water.The bold townsman braved himself and went in to see what was in the cloth bag. "Vomit!" Almost everyone who saw the real scene bent down and vomited.Old Billy, who was closest to Locke, saw the most clearly. The head thrown from Locke was the leader of the red maple robber who invaded their mining town the most frequently and caused the most damage. The man with a scar on his face even came to the town last month to blackmail him for a good sum of money and food.Now, however, old Billy only saw his head and a scar on his face, which had been twisted and deformed due to suffering from some severe pain, just like a multi legged centipede lying on the white gourd, making old Billy sick.Old Billy is worthy of being the mayor. He soon adjusted, "won't there be a fish in the net?", Red maple robbers have horses. If someone escapes, their mining town will face endless ambition."No." Carl answered for Locke. He patted old Billy on the shoulder and said, "don't worry, no one can escape under the Baron's cavalry, let alone Locke."Although old Billy still had doubts, he didn't show it, because he didn't see the spare horses and the treasure stolen and robbed by red maple.Carl was not interested in popularizing the powerful combat power of low-level attendants to old Billy, nor did he think about old Billy's careful thinking. He came up to Locke and shouted, "go back, I'll watch in town!"Wearing armor, Locke nodded, kicked the horse's ass and rode to maple leaf village.Under the command of Carl, the remaining cavalry orderly entered the mining town for repair.Riding a horse and galloping on the bumpy mountain road, Locke's expression in his helmet was very dignified. He suddenly found that he was very different from normal people.When the cavalry team came back from victory, it was not the cheers of the villagers in the mining town, but the sense of surprise and distance. He could even see fear from the eyes of many people looking at him.Whether Locke or kaiduoqi led the soldiers back, they have been indifferent to blood and death. Not to mention dozens of heads, they have seen more spectacular and more tragic. The smell of blood is just a small thing for them.But ordinary civilians are different. More than half of the mine townspeople who feel such a strong smell of blood at close range cover their mouths and want to vomit. As for what they don't vomit, they just smell the strange smell and don't see what's in the cloth bag.Riding and galloping in the night, a little star just appeared, and Locke could see the big tree at the entrance of maple leaf village.Before entering the village in a hurry, Locke rode to the river at the entrance of the village.In March, the river has thawed, but it still sends out a cold, especially at night.After dismounting, Locke jumped directly into the water. The biting River stimulated Locke's nerves and washed away the peculiar smell and blood on him.His war horse tilted his head and looked strangely at his master's strange behavior. He snorted, as if mocking Locke's nerves.Locke in the water saw that there was still a lot of blood on the horse. The war horse hissed with fear and was ruthlessly dragged down the water by Locke. Locke, a low-ranking attendant, now has pure strength comparable to a brown bear.He stayed for three minutes, and about Mo's taste was almost dispersed before Locke jumped ashore.The horse didn't seem to be able to swim very well. He fluttered wildly in the water. Locke finally used a little fighting spirit to pull the war horse ashore. He was a low-level attendant. Without armor or fighting spirit to protect his body, he was not interested in fighting a horse's hoof.The horses on the shore looked at Locke with some trepidation and gave out bursts of low chirps.Locke turned over and mounted the horse. Without too much action, the war horse ran and shook his fur. As soon as he ran to the entrance of the village, there were almost no drops of water on his body.At this time, there are still several soldiers standing at the entrance of the village. They all asked to stay when he left during the day. The soldiers are very conscientious and no one is lazy."Brother Locke!" Just as they approached, the soldiers left behind recognized the caller. Locke's armor is too iconic."Yes." Locke under the armor should say, "don't keep it all. Just watch it in two batches in turn." Leave a word, Locke has rode away."Yes!" Behind him came the answers of the soldiers.When he arrived at his house, the door had been opened. Old Locke knew that Locke was the cavalry captain. As soon as there was a sound of horses' hoofs in the village, he knew that his son had come back and opened the door.Sure enough, it was their son.TIA went to close the gate of the yard, and old Locke looked at the war horse brought back by Locke."Stronger than the ones in the post station in the town, and more energetic than the Baron's caravan!" Old Locke stretched out his hand to touch the fur on the horse's neck, but the war horse took two steps back and looked at old Locke warily. One hind leg had been half raised, as if it would kick up at any time."Well?" When Locke stared, a palm was gently placed on the horse's back. The war horse was as quiet as a quiet baby, allowing old Locke to turn over its beautiful fur."Why are you still wet? Take off your clothes and I'll ask Leah to wash you!" TIA is more concerned about other places.Taking off his heavy armor, Locke handed the wet clothes to Leah who had watched for a long time."Have you eaten? No, I'll go back to the house and get it for you. There's still something left." TIA asked."Not yet." Locke replied.As soon as TIA heard this, she immediately went back into the house and went to get Locke something to eat. There were two cakes and half a pot of vegetable soup left for dinner. Locke could eat it when he was hot."What does the horse eat?" Old Locke is still paying attention to the war horse brought back by Locke. This war horse, which was originally very handsome, was turned like a large hedgehog by old Locke two or three times."Don't worry about it. You won't die of hunger." Locke replied lightly that it was his negligence. There was no forage for horses in the village. If you want to feed it, you have to go to town tomorrow.But at least it's the first-class horse of the cavalry squadron. It's not a problem to be hungry for a day or two. Sometimes when marching in a hurry, it's normal for the horse not to eat day and night.Fortunately, the war horse didn't understand people's words, or he would cry to death. He fought with Locke all day. In the end, he not only took a cold bath, but also couldn't eat dinner.Because one day of fighting, Locke lay down early today.Leah was still washing Locke's clothes. From her clothes, Leah seemed to smell something strange.Put her nose up and smell it. A faint smell of blood came into Leah's nose. It was more of Locke's masculine breath.Leah blushed and quickly pressed her clothes into the water. She didn't care where the blood came from, as long as it wasn't Locke's.Just when Locke took off his clothes, although there were many scars on his body, they were scabs from old wounds. Leah didn't find any other wounds.It seemed that Leah was more confused when she thought of the solid muscles that Locke had just shown. She could only rub the clothes in her hands.TIA has gone to bed. Old Locke hasn't.He always felt that he should feed something to the war horse, or what should he do if he was hungry. If he starved to death, he didn't know how much to pay.The more old Locke thought about it, the more reasonable he felt. He got up in the middle of the night and went to the wood house. The war horse was placed here by Locke.In the firewood house, the horse stared at the intruded old Locke spiritually. It remembered the terrible shadow left by its master and dared not make a mistake to the old man.He snorted impatiently. He thought old Locke was playing with its fur again. He consciously put his neck close to it and wanted to finish it as soon as possible.Several pieces of potato chips and rice potato dregs appeared in old Locke's hands. The horse looked down and stared at something he had never touched.The horse nosed up and smelled. Can you eat?The answer was old Locke's smiling eyes.The next day, until ten o'clock, Locke woke up, stretched and played the routine boxing. Although no one taught him, Locke thought these moves he had found out were very useful.I was going to see Hans in town at noon. Did they come back, but the plan was put on hold.Because his horse seems to have eaten badly.-------------------------------------------------------------------Xiaodou thanks again to all readers who voted for the recommendation of Knight's journey. Thank you!I just found that we have been clicking for 2W. Yes, ha ha.
